Authors' Note: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, we appreciate every single one. Also thanks to RedGrimm and KENDRA1212 for the suggestions. We may or may not use them ( we can't say because that would ruin the plot) but thank you. So here's chapter 4. Oh, and I have a funny story to tell you at the end of this. Disclaimer: We don't own Sister Grimm.

Chapter 4

Okay, my hypothermia's finally gone. My days in bed were completely boring, but the good news is that today's New Years' Eve. Every year, there's a huge fireworks display in Ferryport Landing. I was really looking forward to it, because Rose invited us up to the top of City Hall to watch. I'm still confused about her for kissing me for no reason, but I'm taking advantage of her offer to watch the fireworks from the top of City Hall with Robert, Daniella, and Marvin. I've seen Ferryport Landing fireworks, and believe me, they are not something that you want to be within a half-mile radius of. If I didn't know better, I'd say they were magic.

The fireworks were at midnight, but Rose led us up to the roof at 11:15. She said she had a 'surprise' for us. Now, I don't really care for surprises, partly because most of them involve Daphne's cooking, but mostly because I had a very traumatic experience with a surprise party. Don't ask, because it can only be explained with four words: it was Puck's idea.

Anyway, I pushed past my fear of surprises. She made us this huge plain vanilla cake that she told us we could decorate. I'm not usually one for cooking, but this was fun. We had this huge frosting war, and Marvin fell face-first into a vat of chocolate icing. He seemed mad at first, but he laughed about it later. Soon, it was 11:50. We started the countdown.

"So what are your New Years' resolutions?" I asked, because that's always an interesting topic.

"Nothing special," said Daniella, "Just the usual: better grades, win that fencing tournament that's coming up, convince Mom and Dad to buy me one of those cute miniature horses; nothing special really."

"You fence?" I asked, slightly surprise, because she didn't look like the athletic type.

"Does she fence?" asked Marvin, raising his eyebrows and laughing. "Dude, she once took out a psycho gym teacher using a ruler. She's amazing." Rose laughed a little too hard. And I may have imagined this, but I think she batted her eyelashes at him. He looked away.

"What about you, Rob?" I asked.

"Hmm…. I guess I should learn to avoid getting shot," he said. I assumed this was a joke and laughed. No one else did.

"Oh wait, you were serious? Sorry," I said, noticing their expressions.

"Yeah…. My dad decided to teach archery to little kids, and I made the mistake of being within shooting range," he explained.

"Rose, what about you?" asked Daniella.

"Well, mine… It's kind of a romantic resolution," she said, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Ooooh, Rose is in looooove," teased Robert playfully. "With whom?"

"No one, yet. I don't know, just someone that's… different," said Rose. She looked as if she regretted mentioning it.

"Mine," said Marvin, "Is to gain my dad's respect. All he ever talks about is Wendell, and what he did in the— Never mind. it's not important. What about you, Basil?"

I thought for a minute. My grades were fine, and there was nothing really wrong with my life—oh wait, never mind. That gave me an idea. "Okay, this is gonna be kind of hard to explain. I don't know if you guys ever noticed, but my family's a little weird. This year, I want to find out what's up with them, like why Mom and dad disappeared for two years. Why didn't they tell Sabrina and Daphne about Granny Relda existing? And I still haven't figured out who the hell Harry is!" I told them. Rose looked like she was about to say something, but she was holding it back.

"All families are a little weird," said Marvin. "Yours probably isn't that bad." Actually, it was that bad, but hey, it was New Years' Eve. And there was only a minute to the new year.

"Look, the fireworks are gonna start," said Daniella. Thirty seconds to go. We all started chanting.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four ,three, two, ONE! Happy New Year!" The whole crowd cheered at once. Well, except for some random girl who screamed "Happy Birthday!" Then, Rose did something that I wasn't expecting. She took the rest of the cake and threw it into one of those automatic firework dispensers. The cake exploded all over the square. We all stopped screaming and looked at the fireworks for a second.

"Were you planning that?" I asked, licking the frosting off my face. Rose smiled mischievously.

"Yep," she said proudly. "Now, it sets off all the other fireworks!" Sure enough, fireworks blasted off on different rooftops all around us. We watched in awe for a few minutes. Oddly, the fireworks erupted in the shape of mistletoe.

"Mistletoe," I said to Rose, pointing up. Now, you have to understand, we were all on sugar highs, and we went a little crazy. So… I kissed Rose. Yep. I kissed her. It wasn't bad. It was kind of one of those impulsive, crazy things that you do when you're really excited. I blame the sugar high. Still, it was nice… until someone screamed.

"Puck!" It was Peter again. The weird part was, he seemed to be… flying. Again, I blame the sugar. Then, Puck flew out of the crowd. Except he had big pink wings sprouting out of his back. He pulled out this wooden sword, and they began to fight in midair.

"How dare you kill Sabrina?" yelled Peter. "I, Peter Pan, love her eternally, and I plan to bring her back from the dead!" I noticed Sabrina in the crowd below, edging away quietly. Puck was confused for a moment, and Peter took the opportunity to knock him to the roof, right in front of us.

"You loser wannabe!" screamed Puck. "You're just as much of a pathetic copy of me as ever!" The insults continued. Meanwhile, I was still stuck on trying to fit Puck and his fairy wings into reality. And was that guy Peter Pan? I guess even he had to grow up sometime, but really, what was going on? Then, it got even stranger.

Daniella grabbed a heavy stick and charged at Peter. "You can surrender, or you can face a knight of the Round table, King Arthur's own daughter," she threatened. "Your choice."

Peter laughed. "You can't defeat me! I'm Peter Pan! The King of Loafers, the Prince of Low Expectations, the Spiritual Guide for Millions of Complainers, Criminals, and Convicts. I'm King of Fairies, and my kingdom is on the wrong side of the tracks. I'm the Trickster King!" Then he was tackled from behind.

"You liar! I am the Trickster King, and always will be!" screamed Puck in rage. That was when Daniella sprinted toward Peter and knocked the sword out of his hand. Robert took a slingshot out of his pocket and fired pebbles at his head, which knocked him unconscious. Marvin pulled a small clarinet out of his pocket and played a few notes. Two large vultures swooped down and picked up Peter.

"Wait," said Puck. He pulled a flute out of his pocket and played something. Some small, bright lights appeared and assisted the vultures. "Bite him till he wakes up," he told the lights, which blinked as if agreeing with him. Then, Peter Pan's body was flown away.

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That was New Years' Eve. For some reason, it was as if fairy tales were coming to life. Getting home was a blurred memory. I wish that I could just pass the whole night off as a sugar-induced hallucination, but I can't. I overheard a conversation between my sisters, Puck, Mr. Canis, Uncle Jake, and my parents as I was going to bed.

"Should we have forgetful dust poured over the town?" I heard Daphne ask.

"No," said Mr. Canis. "We'll have to tell Basil at some point. He can't go through his whole life not knowing about the family legacy. Plus, the humans in the crowd were mostly drunk, and the ones who weren't were probably distracted by the fireworks."

"Puck, why did you have to be so careless?" I heard my dad ask. I think he smacked him in the face, too.

"No one gets to call himself the Trickster King, or Queen, but me," insisted Puck. "After all, I'm four thousand, and he wasn't documented by Shakespeare." Personally, I was surprised that Puck knew who Shakespeare was. But really, were they all drunk, or was some of it true? Puck didn't look four thousand, and he didn't act like it. But he didn't seem sarcastic. A family legacy, that was possible. The Grimm family… Wait. Could we be related to Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm? They wrote down fairy tales, so maybe we were distantly related, and that's why. But it doesn't explain everything. All the weirdness in my family can't be passed off just by claiming that my great-great-great grandfathers or something wrote down fairy tales. No, I was going to go home and figure out what was going on.

End of Chapter

Authors' Note: Okay, thanks for reading. Now, for my ridiculous tale about what happened when I went to the bank today with my mom.

My mom was filling out paperwork, and I was dying of boredom. Yes, the bank had free lollipops, but I was only allowed to have one. After almost an hour, I was about to die of boredom. Then, this old lady with bright red hair walked into the bank. She was wearing a bright yellow dress with a big yellow flower on it. I felt like screaming, "Oh my gosh! It's Granny Relda! She's alive!" Of course, that would have made me look crazy, so I didn't. Sadly, that was the highlight of my day.

~ Cerulean and Apocalypse